This is dedicated to my two sons, who will never read this.
During the course of my writing this book, my youngest dropped everything and flew to a small town in Utah to pick his older brother up from a mental institution. My eldest son is a total bad ass with bipolar disorder and a PhD from Stanford University. He was visiting UT from Boston when he had his second psychotic break this Spring. His brother picked him up and flew with him all the way to the Lost Coast of California, so I could provide a safe place and good food for my boy.
Similarly in 2020-2021, my eldest son dropped everything to support his brother. The three of us were in lock down together for months in a one bedroom apartment in Salt Lake while my younger son underwent chemotherapy for his B-Cell Lymphoma. He was twe
